Love doesn’t end

No.
It happened.
The thing no heart could ever be ready for.
The dream turned dark,
the day turned night.
The ache too deep for words.

And yet…
somewhere inside,
a soft light flickers.
Peace—quiet as a feather.
A knowing—like you’ve felt this before.
A holy warmth that hums,
“I am here.”

Of course I tremble.
Of course I weep.
But what’s this?
Darkness… with Him.

It isn’t how I thought it’d be.
Nightmares should be wild and cold—
thrashing, breaking, stealing breath.
But not with Him.

Something in the dark begins to glow.
Something whispers, there’s more.

Maybe—
I said yes to this long ago.
Maybe—
I was stronger once,
and braver than I knew.

I can almost see her—
the me that remembers heaven.
The me that understands the in-between.

And if you’re there now, little one,
in the light beyond my sight—
then there must be more.

No…
there is more.
I feel it.
I know it.
Love doesn’t end.
It just changes form.